Healing Waters
Never let a muse watch the news...........
TITLE: Healing Waters Prologue/?
AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAIL: Â Sweetvalley99@aol.com
RATING: Â R to be on the save side.
CONTENT: VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE, MASSIVE BRUTAL CHARACTER DEATH.
CATEGORY: ADULT, DRAMA, ANGST, HORROR
SPOILERS: I'd say everything right up to September/October 2000 just to be on the save side.
SUMMARY: After witnessing a brutal massacre, somebody from the WWF goes into hiding..........
DISCLAIMER: I own nobody from the WWF (refuse to call it the WWE). Â Don't sue
DISTRIBUTION: Fanfiction.net and the Realm. Â Anybody else is free to use it as long as they notify me of it's use.
Healing waters
Prologue
   A young waitress slowly, methodically began dressing for her job.  It was a good job with a kind boss and good friends, but definitely as far removed from her old life as possible.
   As she put her bleached blonde hair into the hairnet she was required to wear at the diner she worked at, her eyes stared at her reflection in the mirror.
   Although she gave the outward appearance of a young twenty - five year old woman, anybody who looked closely at her for a significant period of time could see there was more to her.  They could see the sadness etched seemingly forever in the pale face, the dark bags around her eyes that indicated that she didn't get as much sleep as she should.  Her eyes though told the most telling part about her.
   Green depths that held both sadness and horror.  That she had seen things so terrible...so horrible ... that no one could even come close to imagining the hell she witnessed.
   More or less close to the truth, the tall blonde thought bitterly.  She could still see gruesome death and violence everytime she closed her emerald eyes.  Images of the brutal ends of friends and loved ones and enemies that would stay with the peroxide blonde forever.  And it only got worse when she slept.
  Which is why I can't let anybody get too close a look at me, the young woman thought for a brief minute frantic. I can't let whoever did that find me, let them know they didn't finish the job.
  She quickly tried to distance herself from those dark thoughts and finished getting her waitress uniform on, grabbing her nametag and staring at the name on it: LINDA MARTIN for a few moments before putting it on.  She then went and tied on the apron around her small waist.
  "Hey Linda," one of the blonde's co - workers, a young innocent redhead poked her head into the small lockerroom where the waitresses changed each day, "you ready?"
  "Um, yeah Amber, be out in a second," 'Linda' answered her co - worker.  The bleached blonde paused checking the mirror one last to see if any tears had escaped during her reverie about the past.  The boss considered it really bad business for the patrons to see his waitresses with dry tear tracks streaking down their faces.  Fortunately this time, there were none, although she was sure there would be later when she had the nightmares later that night.
  And then the woman formerly known as Stephanie McMahon - Helmsley shut the locker and out into the life she'd been leading the last year and a half.
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Juliet3:16 (Proud American)
Never let a muse watch the news...........
TITLE: Healing Waters Prologue/?
AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAIL: Â Sweetvalley99@aol.com
RATING: Â R to be on the save side.
CONTENT: VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE, MASSIVE BRUTAL CHARACTER DEATH.
CATEGORY: ADULT, DRAMA, ANGST, HORROR
SPOILERS: I'd say everything right up to September/October 2000 just to be on the save side.
SUMMARY: After witnessing a brutal massacre, somebody from the WWF goes into hiding..........
DISCLAIMER: I own nobody from the WWF (refuse to call it the WWE). Â Don't sue
DISTRIBUTION: Fanfiction.net and the Realm. Â Anybody else is free to use it as long as they notify me of it's use.
Healing waters
Prologue
   A young waitress slowly, methodically began dressing for her job.  It was a good job with a kind boss and good friends, but definitely as far removed from her old life as possible.
   As she put her bleached blonde hair into the hairnet she was required to wear at the diner she worked at, her eyes stared at her reflection in the mirror.
   Although she gave the outward appearance of a young twenty - five year old woman, anybody who looked closely at her for a significant period of time could see there was more to her.  They could see the sadness etched seemingly forever in the pale face, the dark bags around her eyes that indicated that she didn't get as much sleep as she should.  Her eyes though told the most telling part about her.
   Green depths that held both sadness and horror.  That she had seen things so terrible...so horrible ... that no one could even come close to imagining the hell she witnessed.
   More or less close to the truth, the tall blonde thought bitterly.  She could still see gruesome death and violence everytime she closed her emerald eyes.  Images of the brutal ends of friends and loved ones and enemies that would stay with the peroxide blonde forever.  And it only got worse when she slept.
  Which is why I can't let anybody get too close a look at me, the young woman thought for a brief minute frantic. I can't let whoever did that find me, let them know they didn't finish the job.
  She quickly tried to distance herself from those dark thoughts and finished getting her waitress uniform on, grabbing her nametag and staring at the name on it: LINDA MARTIN for a few moments before putting it on.  She then went and tied on the apron around her small waist.
  "Hey Linda," one of the blonde's co - workers, a young innocent redhead poked her head into the small lockerroom where the waitresses changed each day, "you ready?"
  "Um, yeah Amber, be out in a second," 'Linda' answered her co - worker.  The bleached blonde paused checking the mirror one last to see if any tears had escaped during her reverie about the past.  The boss considered it really bad business for the patrons to see his waitresses with dry tear tracks streaking down their faces.  Fortunately this time, there were none, although she was sure there would be later when she had the nightmares later that night.
  And then the woman formerly known as Stephanie McMahon - Helmsley shut the locker and out into the life she'd been leading the last year and a half.
*puts out a sign that says *Feed muse* Feedback helps get this story out faster.
Juliet3:16 (Proud American)
